My marriage was essentially arranged by my parents to a young man who also was a firm believer in their religious dogma. I was not at all ready to be ...arried but since I am under 18 I really had no choice. Besides not loving him, marital sex is not at all what I expected and needed as a normal young woman.”Again I looked puzzled. “Have you been married?” She inquired of me.I replied, “Yes. Ffor about five years quite a while ago.”She looked quite serious and she inquired further, “And how often. You even sound like him when you talk like this.”“Thanks, Hank.”“Josey, we need to know what that was all about and how you come to find that place under the Garcia house,” Granny told me.We were in my room and Momma, Granny, Aunt Rita, and I were laying back on my bed with the bedroom door closed, for the only time since I moved in. I had on a short white robe and each of them did too, even Aunt Rita. I was still drying my hair when I sat down beside Aunt Rita and leaned over to kiss her. I ignored the raw pain and stood up. I raced across the campsite to Xera. The wyvern had gone completely still, finally dead. I seized its leathery wings and heaved it off of Xera's body. Her greenish skin was pale and a sheen of sweat covered her body. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. An angry, swollen wound swelled her thigh."Their stingers must be poisonous," I said, "but don't worry, Saphique will heal you."I shoved a pair of my fingers into my pussy as I gathered my thoughts.I. I looked into the darkness below. I knew there was a grassed lawn beneath me, but the drop must have been twenty feet.The sounds coming from the bedroom were fading as their climaxes receded. If Yvonne really had seen me, it might only be a matter of moments before I was confronted by two angry lovers. There was no option other than to jump.I climbed over the balcony rail, crouched as low as I could holding onto the uprights, then dropped like a stone. Chapter NineteenTwenty minutes later I.